Mazel Tov Poem by gershon hepner

Gas is what I used to guzzle,
and often still inclined to pass,
but now I have to pass on mazel,
running out on me, alas,
more speedily than fields of gas
gas guzzlers are so fast depleting.
Since mazel hasn’t saved my ass,
I have composed this New Year greeting,
a loving and a timely text
for my most lovely ladylass.
“This year will surely like the next,
with just a bit of mazel, pass
as happily as others did
when we were greener than the grass.
Though there’s no maze for this Yid,
I’m raising to you now my glass,
declaring: ‘I think it’s in five
and seven-seven-o too crass
to feel unhappy. We’re alive,
and Jewish time gives us more class.
Let’s pass now on two thousand ten,
anticipating two eleven
as mazel time for all Jews when
time served makes future time like heaven.’”
It’s future time I’m thinking of,
when with my lass and I’ll re-amass
the joy that merits “Mazel Tov, ”
and life once more will be a gas.

My first poem written in 2010, the 15th of Tevet,5770, which is also the Yahrzeit of my late-lamented father-in-law Joseph Roer (Yosef Mordecai) , father of my ladylass Linda and her sister Susan, grandfather of Abigail, Absalom, Zachary and Boaz, and great-grandfather of Max, Judah, Darius, Yoav, Eve, Ada and Avishai.

1/1/2010